Riddle Poem by Sandra Feldman
Riddle
We think so much
And yet,
Know nothing
About, what
We're really,
Living for?
All is theory
And doubt,
We really
Know nothing about
What we are,
Who we are,
Why we're here
Or what our lives,
Are for.
Wonderful Sandracita, You state the basic problem of humanity, and in a persuasive poetic format. I feel quite fortunate that you exist in my galaxy (at least, I think you do) and not in one of the billions of others in the universe. Gino
unstable the mind is a crazy horse; powerful in running and we live with this mind a doubtful mind; nothing know but do everything without exact knowing!
God is the only one who can make life meaningful. He is the only one who can give purpose to life. Thanks, dear Ma'am Sandra for this well penned poem....10+++++++
so while we ponder this question fair, let's just give and share, share, share! then the elusive happiness appears when we're out giving away with no fears! gracias mi ciel0
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5/4/2024 1:08:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You are very right in perception. We think so much but we feel that we know nothing or know very less about this time or duty. This poem is very interestingly penned.10